Hidden from reality

It wasn't Mother's Day, but I wrote this poem to my mom when I was in prison at camp water loo 1990.
I was anticipating a visit from mom, and I was out walking the yard. It was crazy foggy. As I walked, I thought about how good my mom has been to me. I've been in prison for three years, and she still comes and sees me regularly. She writes me letters even if it's a quick note to say I love you or thinking of you. This has been a hard journey but with my mom's support I can overcome this.
 "Weekend picnic visits". I bet the department of corrections aren't allowing those anymore. Mom would bring food. Not just food real food! Not the jail food I've been eating. I'm talking fresh fruits. They had barbecue grills on the visiting yard. They were "weekend picnic visits". Mom would bring my son Teddy to visit. I've been incarcerated his whole life. We were outside having a picnic. It was assurance it gave you hope someday this will end and I get to walk out these doors with mom. It was like your best Christmas ever. The Christmas you never wanted to end. Unlike Christmas at the end of this day you didn't go back to your bed. You went back to prison. The closest thing to war I've ever known.
 They Have P.A speakers mounted on top of the 12 foot Constantine fence that surrounds the prison.
They blast out units as they are called to chow and also to inform inmates they have a visit.
Still impressed by the fog I'm writing a poem I always had something to write on. I walk into the center of a deserted prison yard and look around. In the center of the yard, I can't even see the fence. I wish I could just go home with mom today...... Maybe when the fog clears, I'm not really here....  " Clark 623 report to the control center you have a visit".
I get out to the visiting yard to find Teddy and my mom. Give hugs I give mom the copy of this untitled poem and tell her "I wrote this about you this morning" she reads it and asks," How's this about me?"

I told her "You're the fog"! I Love you mom Happy Mother's Day! Scott Clark

AKA Bob Jenkens

Hidden from reality

Today it's all foggy
It's what you might say is a limited sight distance.
I can barely see the ground
as I walk with my head hanging down
I've been In prison
for what seems to be all eternity
Tom Petty's Free falling is playing on my radio
but all I see is cold brick walls and Constantine
I walk into the center of the yard and like the world
I turn on an imaginary axis....
Nothing is all I can see
the fog is so thick has it set me free?
I'm not really here..... I'm floating in a cloud.
I'm thinking to myself but it's so quiet I seem loud.
Throughout all this time we've been through a lot
if only the fog would stay in this spot.
it's almost over if only you would stay
let me see the stars at night but hide me from the day!

Bob Jenkens

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